- When you were the seeker,
And I was the sought,
I could remove my hand from yours
Without a second thought.
But since I've made virtues
Of all of your flaws,
My hand can't move
'Till yours withdraws.
Why did I let you begin to
Woo and win, too?
Love that you talk yourself
into
That's the evil kind.
What was I being so vain
for,
Courting pain for?
Love that you reach out
and strain for,
That's the evil kind.
You swore your love was real
In such a plaintive tone,
I smashed the few defenses
of my own.
So this is what you vowed
was real love,
Well, now I feel this love,
And it's the evil kind.